No One Gets Left Behind
If I started at the beginning, that would place me back at about 25 years old, in Fort Worth, Texas when Fionna and I first met. We hit it off and have been best friends ever since; in fact, we consider ourselves sisters.
A few years ago, Fionna and her husband, Jeff, moved to California to make a go of it and have struggled the entire time they've been there. Finally, though, they have agreed to come home to Dallas! This will be wonderful!
They are riding their bicycles back (from California, approximately 1400 miles) because 1) the expense of flying all three of their baby dogs along with them is too expensive 2) non-service dogs aren't allowed on Amtrak, and 3) they refuse to abandon these precious creatures who rely on Fionna and Jeff for everything, from survival to the joy of being loved. Unforunately, I don't have the resources myself to pay to bring them home or they'd be here in a heartbeat. Since taking over the bills at what was my grandfather's house, though, it's an adjustment and my purse is light. I'm not complaining, I'm just not as presently capable of getting them home as I'd like to be.
So they're treating this like the adventure it is; they have two carts (one attached to each bike); the babies ride in one, their belongings in another. The sign says "Dallas or Bust" because that literally is the situation. (I pray "Bust" is not even really an option).
I can't wait to have them home! And I'm so proud of their dedication to their beloved pets, treating each of the three as family. Truly, NO ONE gets left behind!